This is a song about "Rob jones"

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks